Flowin Prose Lyrics by Beastie Boys

Flowin Prose Lyrics

    I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
    I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know
    But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
    To the interconnectedness that underlies
    The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
    The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being
    Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl
    It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all

    Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt
    Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt
    I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects
    Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects
    Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine
    Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings
    I give in and I win I try to never complain
    Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage
    But I'll remain sane making gain without pain
    Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain
    And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
    I'll never turn back cause that's the way I've got to live

    So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme
    Coming like thunder with lightening timing
    No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans
    Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams
    Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas
    Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas
    Woke up this morning right out of a dream
    Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme
    What can I do with these bones and flesh?
    With these animated thoughts in a world repressed?
    I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change
    I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range
    I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
    I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose
    I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Gravy and King
    His Holiness and all enlightened beings
    I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone
    I'll be the one who brings it inside your home
    But the words ain't mine I just pass em along
    For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song
    And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes
    And more crimes are committed as I say these lines

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